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MY HEART IS SAIB WF HEAVY CARE
Air— The rosy brier.
JM.Y heart is sair with heavy care,
To think on Friendship's fickle smile.
It blinks a wee, with kindly e'e,
When world's thrift runs weel the while.
But, let Misfortune's tempests low'r,
It soon turns cold, it soon turns sour,
It looks sae high and scornfully,
It winna ken a poor man's door.
I ance had siller in my purse,
I dealt it out right frank and free,
And hop'd, should Fortune change her course,.
That they would do the same for me.
But, weak in wit, I little thought
That Friendship's smiles were sold and bought^
'Till ance I saw, like April snaw,
They wan'd awa* when I had nonght

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